This blog is really a personal journey, if anything: remembering the good, the bad & the ugly of all the places I've been and the people I've met....and some I wish to forget.
Nevertheless, there's something therapeutic about digging deep into the past and reliving moments; whether it's through photos, mementos, or letters. I have a habit of not only saving everything and anything - from grocery lists to childhood drawings to letters from friends - but also, of taking them out from their dusty closet boxes to reminisce whenever I feel the urge to remember a past that I have outgrown, yet possibly never let go of.
Maybe this will be my way of letting go. Or perhaps, it is just another exploration as I venture into the future.
And, if by some slim chance you choose to accompany me on this lampoon journey, just remember: you asked for it.
Below is merely a glimpse of what I've kept hidden away after all these years. Don't know how old I was when I made these, but I must have been young. When I was a kid, I was lucky enough to have been able to take a bunch of trips, mostly with my Aunt Diane and Uncle John.
One day, enamored with my travel achievements, I began to make "luggage stickers" of all the places I had visited....some more than once. If only I knew how many places I was yet to see.....
My Uncle Jerry (also my godfather) and Aunt Debbie lived here for many years. He worked for Kodak.
....it was always my fave, and probably always will be. Grandma lived in Brooklyn until she moved to....
..."Stinky" Staten Island. When I was younger, the garbage dump was still going strong....in odor.
Philadelphia (yeah, yeah, I know it's spelled wrong above.) Philly is home to a Zoo, Sesame Place, great museums, and yummy cheese steaks.
I've been to the Poconos so many times, I couldn't even keep track if I tried. Though I never went canoeing, I did go to Shenandoah's Water Park.
2 thoughts:
these are precious little crafts!!
Heheh, thank you! ^_^
>sigh< oh, to only be that innocent again. I really miss making things!
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